Chapter 182, The Bald Kid’s Killing Intent

Translator: Tamon

Translation Checker: Silavin

 

Under Fig, the bald kid sat down cross-legged and chanted as he absorbed the Immortal Energy from all around him.

 

Each trace of Immortal Energy filled him with incredible power.

 

Ling Bao’er was as much on guard as curious.

 

The space collapsed, and Chen Changan emerged.

 

Ling Bao’er cheered. “Master!”

 

He glanced at the bald kid. “So this is what the meatball incubated?”

 

Ling Bao’er nodded. “Yes, Master.”

 

The bald child stopped chanting, staring right at Chen Changan. The Vajra Demon Pestle reappeared in his hand.

 

Chen Changan sensed the killing intent coming from the child and smirked.

 

He had no remorse for anyone or anything that came after him. “Do you want to kill me?”

 

The child nodded. “But can you?”

 

Chen Changan had just killed Wu Liang, and the Vajra Demon Pestle fell into the bald child’s hand. The child’s connection to Jian Qian was evident.

 

The bald child struck Chen Changan without warning. He utilized the Buddhist item to the fullest extent of its power, but he was in the Absolute Domain.

 

As Chen Changan was ready to erase him, the child flinched back on instinct, covered in a Buddhist glow.

 

His face was pale as paper, grave and hard.

 

“Who are you?” The child spoke. He felt taking one more step would mean death.

 

He was in doubt about why he felt that, but it was very much real.

 

Chen Changan said, “I’m the Lord of Soaring Immortal Mountain. And who are you?

 

“You want to kill me, but from what I can tell, you’re not committed to suffering the same fate.”

 

Ling Bao’er winced. Cold eyes glared at the child as a dreadful sword intent and chaos sword energy gathered around her body.

 

“Chaos Sword Body!” The bald kid gasped.

 

[What’s this absolutely devastating constitution doing here, on a tiny Lower Realm?]

 

The Vajra Demon Pestle flashed. It did not return to the child, but it did show him a picture in his mind—the act of Chen Changan killing Wu Liang.

 

The child was stunned.

 

Dao Protector Wu Liang even used the Vajra Demon Pestle to reach the Celestial Immortal level, but he still couldn’t do a thing to Chen Changan.

 

The child’s attempt to kill Chen Changan was simply insanity.

 

He was pissed. [Why did this thing only now tell me?]

 

He thanked his instincts for falling back and keeping his life.

 

After the kid’s intent to fight Chen Changan was gone, his scripture-filled face showed a smile.

 

He took back the Vajra Demon Pestle and held his hands in prayer, “A Mi Tuo Fo.” Fellow Daoist, it’s all just a misunderstanding.”

 

The sudden change left Chen Changan and Ling Bao’er stumped.

 

“Misunderstanding?” Chen Changan smiled. “You clearly wanted me dead.”

 

“Fellow Daoist, resentment clouded my judgment. I wish to make it up to you.”

 

“Resentment?”

 

The child nodded. “Yes, my Dharma name is Wu Ming, Sumeru Immortal Domain Lord thirty thousand years ago, now reborn from the Sarira and thus took the Sarira’s resentment.” (Tamon: Wu Ming means nameless.)

 

“The resentment will go away once I kill Fellow Daoist.”

 

Chen Changan started. That meant Wu Ming wasn’t a nobody, but someone incredible to be Sumeru Immortal Domain Lord.

 

“The resentment must be from the owner of the Sarira.” Chen Changan made a guess.

 

Buddha Duo Bao killed himself in a Buddhist fire, but it was actually Chen Changan who pushed him to do it with special effects. Feeling a little put out was normal.

 

Wanting to kill him even in death was just as natural, somewhat, but Chen Changan didn’t know that.

 

“So you and Jian Qian have no relation.”

 

“Naturally,” Wu Ming replied.

 

Knowing Chen Changan’s power had put him at ease. He was still in awe of his appearance in the Lower Realm.

 

The Lower Realm was too weak, unable to withstand such dreadful power. Yet here he was standing, without a single harm to this Lower Realm.

 

That simple slap looked like he had reached perfection. Wu Ming knew Chen Changan was difficult to kill, if not impossible. Acting on the small resentment again would be suicide.

 

Chen Changan laughed, and pressure exploded from him onto Wu Ming.

 

Wu Ming winced and grunted, coughing blood.